Wednesday, September 5, 2018

The Ground

Dirty holy grey squaresOf concrete line the endlessWinding streetsCovered and cryingFor the stress of people on their face Is too great to bearBut they remain strongHolding hands togetherPrepared for new waves of immigrants To topple their cemented realityOh! To be a stone slabSupporting the etherial gates of Zion And to lay against themProtected from the stampedesOf passersby.